Bathtime Anticipation
Squirmy just loves having a bath. While the water is running, he stands next to the tub on his tiptoes, just filled with glee about the prospect of splashing in that water.
Lest you think that such moments are tranquil and lovely at my house, you should know that right after I snapped this picture, not even a full second later, a gigantic (and I do mean enormous) ball of poop landed right on that stripey rug.
And because I am an experienced parent, I joyously celebrated that at least it fell out onto the rug and NOT into the tub.
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One Comment
Gramma Robbie
I love it, makes me think of Sarah on her first birthday. Ate so much that when I put her in the tub to freshen her up, we needless to say were not that fresh in the bath water. When you gotta go, you gotta go!